Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.